My favorite part is him holding the tiny top of the tree to his head as if it were the final brushstroke to his camouflage masterpiece.
My son may not be good at hiding, but he’s great at more things than I can say.
I hope he never quits hiding, though. I’ve found it’s better to fail and learn, than to wonder if I could have succeeded.
Go screw up, son. It’s worth it.